Hands rest on my shoulders. They slightly rock me back and forth, then more vigorously. "Cato. Wake up."

A blurry image of Caf kneeling next to me comes into view. I rub my eyes, cleaning my vision drastically. I move my fingers away from my face just in time to see Caf's pupils widen at the sight of her hands on me, then rushingly wipes them off on her legs, as if that would help.

I get up, sitting comfortably on my thighs. My eyes graze over to the green-glowing alarm clock on my bedside table. It's 5:16. "I've only been asleep for an hour and a half? Why did you even wake me up?"

Caf grins. "Well, first, we should probably get going soon. Before they come." I don't know who she means by they, but I dismiss the question, as there are so many things I don't understand and never will. "And look at this!" She turns around on the carpet and beckons me over.

In front of Caf is a small cardboard box. There's nothing special I can see about it, but she stares upon it as if it is the reason the world keeps moving. "Errr, what am I supposed to be looking at here?"

She gasps. "Cato! How could you say such a thing?"

"Well, I don't see anything," I say in a guilty tone.

Caf's mood changes, and she gives a chuckle. "Oh, yea, forgot. Characters can't see them. These are my Reviews! So far I have 28 of them, many are siblings. I'm still attempting to breed them. They all boost my self esteem. Except that one," she says, pointing to a random place in the box, "don't touch that one. He bites.

"Don't worry though, that's none of your concern. Let's get going to those interviews, shall we?" She holds out her hand towards my direction, with a scared look on her face. In one hand, she holds the box of Reviews. Squeezing her eyes shut, she says. "Okay, hold my hand. Once we're there, let go as quickly as you can. Got it?"

"Uh huh." Why is she being so paranoid about this? That's so stupid how she believes she will explode if she simply touches my hand.

My fingers touch her palm, and when I open my eyes from blinking, we're in a whole new environment.

I'm underneath the stage for the interviews, dressed in a formal outfit. The exact same one I wore a few months ago. Caf stands next from me, dressed in a strapless blue dress that puffs outwards at the waist and cuts off a little bit higher than her knees. She wears no jewlrey (besides the collar), but her hair is thrown up in a messy yet elegant way, tied by a ribbon that matches her aqua dress and irises. Caf has on little silver shiny shoes, nothing showy. I realize how well the outfit resembles her personality.

"Here you go!" she says, handing me a piece of paper. "All the instructions to gain Reviews! I'll be in the stands watching you." Caf gives me a wink, and disappears.

I give a sigh and unfold the parchment.

How to Ruin an Interview

1.) Before you rise to the stage, go around to the other tributes and say how they're going to fail this part of the test. When they correct you that it's not a test, say "Flagnoodles!" and run away.

2.) Come up to the stage, blow the audience kisses, then do the moonwalk to your chair. Fail and trip over your own feet.

3.) Stumble back to your chair. Fall off the chair.

4.) Wait for you turn to be interviewed. During that time, give Katniss shmexy facial expressions. Don't do it unless Peeta is watching.

5.) Ceasar is about to interview you. The first thing you do is dedicate your speech to your goldfish, who without, would not have made this successful.

6.) When everyone stares, try to fix the awkwardness by doing the moonwalk. End it with jazz hands, then loose balance.

7.) Ceasar asks why they should sponsor you. Say "Because I'm shmexy!" Make odd clicking noises with the corner of your mouth. That will get them for sure.

8.) Your interview is over. You rocked it! Give yourself a fist pump.

9.) Become bored. Try to catch my attention in the front row by waving your arms big and proud.

10.) You are desperate for something to do. Pretend your hands are people, and make them talk to each other with you silently mouthing the words.

11.) When Clove asks why you're being such an idiot, tell her she just doesn't know what it's like for Bob and Sally (your hand puppets).

12.) The crowd goes silent when Peeta admits his love for Katniss. Break it by yelling out, "What did he say!"

13.) In the end, when Clove shows you her despise of you, try to become interested in your hand puppets instead of her.

-Caf

I hop on the platform that takes me down into the make-shift waiting area, which used to be the training center. I don't even need to search for Caf when she stands in the middle of the room shouting my name. She catches my eyes and dashes up. "Cato! Quick!" Caf swipes her hand against mine like an automatic hotel key and the area around us changes again. We are in my tribute room, both of us dressed in pajamas.

I laugh, "You know, we could have just taken the elevator!"

Caf doesn't respond, but instead plops down on the floor, heaving large breaths. "Cato, this isn't time to joke around. They were there!"

"Is there something you haven't told me or-"

"Monitors," she blurts out. "The people behind me. They looked like all the others but... They're not."

What is she talking about? "So, who are Monitors?"

"Monitors! They control the website I write on! They could suspend my account! Or worse, take down my stories." Caf uses her arms for support to ensure she won't fall while sitting. "They know I'm making contact with you." She buries her face with stress. "Well, at least I still have my Reviews to keep me mentally stable for a while." She looks at the seemingly empty box that randomly appeared by her. "We should probably sleep fast and move on to our next area, before they locate us."

"Okay. Wait, where did my list go? I pocketed it when I was finished!"

A small smile inches across her face, still hidden by anxiety. "Well, where do you think it is?"

I stutter my words. "Umm, in my pocket?"

"Do you think it's in your pocket?"

"No?

Her smile widens. "Now check."

I dig my fist deep into the corners of it, but there is nothing. "So, what am I supposed to do?"

"You have to believe it's going to be there. Right now, you are unsure of yourself. You know you can find it, so find it. Believe in yourself."

I shove my hand in one again. Nothing.

"No, Cato, you didn't do what I told you. Believe it's going to be there."

That time, my fingers touch something other than cloth, but the item is gone as soon as it's there. "You're getting closer. Try one more time." Caf looks joyed now.

I put my hand into my pocket one last time, and out comes the list. "How did you-..."

Caf starts laughing with pure glee for me. "If you believe in something, Cato, it's going to happen! Don't down yourself, it just makes the situation worse. Now lets go to bed."

We both look around the room, and notice there is only one bed. "I'll sleep on the floor," I say.

Caf gives a grimace at the idea of us both in the same bed and climbs into hers. "Yea, that would be best."

I yank some sheets from a closet out and assort them on the floor next to Caf. My body wiggles in, and I fall asleep easily.

I don't have enough Reviews to breed yet! Please, support this cause for the sake of the universe!